I wondered if Kelly was being effected. She hadn't put on any weight, but did seem a bit lazier. She was starting to get up late and skip class, too... There was no way of telling if she was any stupider. More than once she came home late because she had forgotten our address. I know I had gotten fatter, lazier and stupider. I was addicted to talk shows and soap operas - and played Bingo three nights a week. I got up around 10, as usual. I sat on the edge of the bed and stood up, . —Out shopping.—Garters.—Dinner, and after.I went to work to get into Louise, having no compunctions, it seemed to me the most natural thing in the world. I had read about the naughtiness of seduction, but my associates had taught me, that every girl wanted fucking, and was longing secretly for it, high, or low, rich or poor, it was the same. As to servants, and women of the humbler class, that they all took cock on the quiet, and were proud of having a gentle-man to cover them. Such was the. "There is only one other person in the entire opera house that has been kind to me. He is the Master of the Flies, Joseph Buquet. He taught me how to navigate the catwalks and how to find my way through the maze of passageways backstage. Joseph often invites me to his home to share supper with his wife and him. His wife gives me her hand-me-down clothes, although they are too large for me. I am a passable seamstress and alter the clothes to fit me. In a way, it is due to the things Joseph. "I quit moving. "It's really starting to get cold out here. Perhaps we could have this conversation at another time?" It's not that goddamned cold!" I'm sorry to differ with you, but I can hear your car heater running from here." You're getting as bad as that damn Danny, and I'm going to have a word with your mother about it." I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sure you'll do as you see fit." You're goddamned right I will." She rolled up her window, and her car started moving forward. I started.